Monday, March 11, 2013

Les Fleurs du Mal or How I Lost My Way by Bob Atkinson

Les Fleurs du Mal
or How I Lost My Way
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

had it all this man of words
had that world conquered with verbs
had the daring secret of life crime
lost breath because of sad vices

yes, he stands a tall man now
after you're gone does this recall
any use to you as your land lies fallow
no satisfaction allowed to follow

those into their grave of dust
iron fittings on coffins rust
heads sleep long, never to awake
just lie there forever to contemplate

the life one lived out in one's words
the evil and wicked things one curried
vices all, every one examined
try them, try them, think twice
contemplate consequences
then try them again

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